The location of the show is a house almost in ruins: the crumbling Berlin seems to be very cool, and you have to admit that the contrast between the crumbling walls and models is a certain effect. Among the rooms with ottomans and cushions semiarredate faux-dirt beers we fish from a bathtub filled with ice waiting for the retro fashion show, fortunately more than half an hour late.
The collection, called I Am What I Am, is vaguely nineties, and it tends to the basic: washed-out tones for denim-declined in overalls, denim bell-bottoms, jumpsuits, mini skirts, jacket - t-shirts and shirts above the navel and extra-long cotton dresses or knee-length, the palette of colors ranging from green to beige and even military fantasies are calm.
Accessories are minimal, the wooden shoes and hats woven of raffia and canvas shopping bag and so does the makeup el'hairstyleing with natural makeup and her hair in braids easy flow from one side. Finished the show you are moving in the backyard for the barbecue, and comes the surprise: after a hot day, the sky over Berlin is cool with heavy rain causing a stampede towards the few tents scattered around the garden.
It ends like this: crammed in front of the grill, clutch plate in her hand and arm, to bite into German sausages without cutlery. We are what we are after all, even a fashion show: the art of getting by experts, and also rather hungry.
The collection, called I Am What I Am, is vaguely nineties, and it tends to the basic: washed-out tones for denim-declined in overalls, denim bell-bottoms, jumpsuits, mini skirts, jacket - t-shirts and shirts above the navel and extra-long cotton dresses or knee-length, the palette of colors ranging from green to beige and even military fantasies are calm.
Accessories are minimal, the wooden shoes and hats woven of raffia and canvas shopping bag and so does the makeup el'hairstyleing with natural makeup and her hair in braids easy flow from one side. Finished the show you are moving in the backyard for the barbecue, and comes the surprise: after a hot day, the sky over Berlin is cool with heavy rain causing a stampede towards the few tents scattered around the garden.
It ends like this: crammed in front of the grill, clutch plate in her hand and arm, to bite into German sausages without cutlery. We are what we are after all, even a fashion show: the art of getting by experts, and also rather hungry.
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